Now the real question is: Am I going to let this all go to waste?

But I can't up and do when my mind need to tricked into believing.

I have all this affection and it has no where to go. Either that, or I just really need to create art.

I just want to sit around and love.

Dear Lord, I am stretched out thin. Only by your grace and strength.

This is just. so. me.

A-heh-heh-heh.

I will tell you firmly and without resentment: Do not patronize me.

In other news, I do not mind being being used as emotional tissue paper, I feel like this is what I'm here for. I am SUPER ABSORBENT and LONG-LASTING. Sort of like a tampon.

No, seriously.

You know what you are Hannah? You're a white cat walking backwards

And

Blah blah blah blah blah. You got that? Put that on your blog!

~ Matt Anderson

I was going to write a long rambling post about fishball kway tiao, TKGS pinafore, white shoes and loose socks, and saturday morning drama club CCA sessions

I think that my parents sometimes look at us and freak out a little inside - "where the hell do these things come from??".

After that moment, they simmer down and figure out that these things will sort themselves out, and then return to their sudoku puzzles.

I don't know if I've found it in myself to forgive (read: let go) yet.

But it's such a small blip in my life, a fleck on my porcelain skin.